Dear Niall,
July 15
Louis came over yesterday.
He hit me. He hit me again.
He came over this morning.
He hit me.
It was miserable. Not even the physical pain, just the shock. The fact that he would hit me. The fact that Louis Tomlinson would hit anyone is scary. Louis was always so gentle.
Love,
Elle
Dear Elle,
July 15
I was on my way to your house this morning, and I saw your boyfriend. I was at the street corner, and he was knocking on your front door. I saw you answer and let him in.
You let him in, but not your best friend. Not me, not pathetic Niall.
I just went home after that. I broke into my dad's liquor cabinet. Is this what I've become?
I drank two whole bottles of liquor. It burned my throat like hell, but it helped me forget about everything for a while, and it was nice. I fell asleep after that, and slept for a few hours. I've got a massive headache now, I bet you'd know how to take care of it.
All I can think about is how lovely it would be if you were here with me instead of at your house with him.
Love,
Niall
